POLES APART

I stood at the entrance to Screen 9 of the local
movie house, clutching a giant soda and an even more giant popcorn, and I
stared at the publicity poster.With
complete disbelief.

It couldn’t be!Could it?

Behind me, the people were milling in, and I was
gonna be swept in with them in a minute, whether I liked it or not.It was only five minutes to ‘curtain up’ – as
usual, I’d taken far too long to get ready to come out.

And then he was there beside me, carrying a far more
modest supply of refreshments, and he was propelling me forward.

‘Don’t dawdle, Duo.We need to get a good seat.At
the back is best, the seats are higher up.Near the middle…’

I allowed myself to be manhandled inside, and pushed
up the steps.My mouth tried to open a
couple of times, but nothing came out.

I was petrified – in all senses of the word.

But I tried.I
tried to get through to him, as soon as we were sat down, well away from anyone
else, crammed far up in the auditorium, sat under the movie window itself.

‘Ahh – Heero –‘

‘Hn.’

‘I think I messed up.This is not the place for us to be.’

‘Is the movie not showing?’

‘Ah – yes, it is, but –‘

‘Then sit still and be quiet.I’m not going to all this trouble, just for
you to talk all the way through.’

I tried, didn’t I?

The lights went down, there was a ripple of laughter
and rustling of sweet papers, and the trailers swung into action.

I always like that bit – when the lights first go
down.When you know everything’s about
to start.And this evening I had the
same feeling - a thrill of excitement.I
was just very afraid that it was nothing to do with the movie and everything to
do with the company – sat beside Heero in the dark and the warm.

I’ve had many bad ideas in my life, and I think I was
beginning to realise that this could be one of the worst.

Heero was restless for the main program to begin, I
guess.He kept shifting his legs apart
so that his knee pressed against my thigh.I kept moving away.It’s not as
if there wasn’t plenty of legroom in those seats, though both of us are tall
guys.

The movie’s opening titles started to roll.

I sank down in my seat.I was gonna die.And soon.

‘POLES APART – the Director’s Cut.’

Soaring music.Opening scene; a club.A dark
club.A club where the dancers seemed to
wear very little clothing.Musta been a
well-heated club.

Enter the hero, or whatever.Cop or private dick, judging by the
raincoat.Club owner came to greet him –
a gorgeous woman, not the usual grizzly heavy that I meet whenever I frequent a
club.They seemed to be more than
business acquaintances – she snaked her arm around him and they were kissing
hello… oops, tongues involved, and plenty of it!More like hello, hello…!

***

There was silence in the seat beside me for at least
ten minutes, and I felt Heero tense up.I stuffed a handful of popcorn in, because I wasn’t sure when a broken
neck would let me eat again.Or maybe I
could use the cover of the darkness to make a quick and desperate break for the
door.

Or not.

‘Duo…’

He was whispering, but we were well secluded at the
back, I didn’t think we’d disturb anyone.For various reasons, which I knew would soon become obvious to Heero.

‘I’m almost afraid to ask, Duo….’

So don’t, I prayed.Oh shit.

‘But is this the movie you told me about?’

‘Um – no.I
made a mistake.’

‘A mistake?’Even the whisper was cold.Cold
as a blade.Which is what he’d slice me
up with, I was sure.

Heero shifted in his seat.He was looking around.There were plenty of people in tonight, sat
in small clusters around the room.Mainly in twos.

‘What’s it about, then, Duo?You said it was about the struggle to conquer
the South Pole…’

Oh God.

‘You said that the paper described it as
an all action drama, showing – what was it? – the triumph of man’s persistence
over the natural world, and the desire for new territories –‘

Oh God.I’d made it up, hadn’t I?I’d just seen a title that I thought might
appeal to him, and as there was no crit attached, I’d used my initiative.He’s usually such a social recluse, I’d been
keen to encourage him out from behind that damn laptop screen, and out into the
real world.I thought going to the
movies on a wet Saturday evening would be a great idea.

Like it was turning out that way!

‘What’s it about, then, Duo?’

I searched my mind for the least provocative blurb on
the publicity poster.

‘It’s a tender romance, Heero’.And that was a little stretching of
the truth.In lurid red lettering, the
poster had declared ‘A wayward girl searches for true love after suffering (for
over 90 minutes, I groaned to myself) the disgrace and physical struggle of a
city lap dancing club and its gangland clientele….’

‘No spectacular Antarctic scenes?’

‘No…’

‘No exploration?’

Noo, not like he means, anyway.

‘Nothing like that?’

‘I doubt it,’ I hissed.

I dragged my eyes back to the screen.Anywhere, rather than face the Death
Glare.Here was the movie update:Wayward girl (WG) was being coached in the
latest dance moves, which involved taking off her clothes and draping herself
over her instructor.And her fellow
pupil, it seemed.Several fellow
pupils, all very well endowed babes.The
background music was full of bass, and noisy.Lucky it was, ‘cos there was very little dialogue to speak of.

But plenty of sniggering from pockets of the
audience.

‘Oh, Duo..’

***

How did I get myself in this mess?It’s not that I wanted particularly to go
with Heero to the movies.No – strike
that.I’d love to, but not the
same way that he would.And I did go
with him, sometimes.But only when one
of the others was with us.

I suppose I pushed it all forward a bit too
eagerly.I thought he’d like a movie
full of dour men struggling across wasted landscapes, with nothing but huskies
for company.The occasional avalanche,
or cracking ice floe, and I thought he’d be in heaven!Nice, stereotyped characterisation, and let
the scenery talk for itself.Then plenty
of anoraks talking in the foyer afterwards about the mechanics of the SFX and
arguing about the authenticity of the survival techniques.

Yeah – not my particular idea of a good Saturday
night movie, but I was willing to sit through it for the sake of improving
Heero’s social life.I expected all the
others to, as well.

And then all the others seemed to be busy.Funny, eh?I wanted to cry off as well, but it seemed mean for me to refuse to keep
him company.I mean, it was only a
movie, wasn’t it?I could grab a nap if
I got bored.

And the other issue – the problem of being on my own
with Heero at the movies – well, I’d cope with that somehow, wouldn’t I?I was a mature man – sometimes.Or maybe I’d grown out of the hugely,
ridiculously horny feeling that swamped me whenever those lights dimmed, and
the screen stretched to its full capacity.

And even if I hadn’t, I was with my best friend,
wasn’t it?It just wasn’t appropriate.I could sit on it.

I could see his eyes staring at me in the dark, while
the WG panted all over the screen.He
has fabulous eyes.Big, bright blue,
vivid irises that I could drown in -

‘But plenty of people are here.’

‘Yeah, well, it doesn’t have to win awards for people
to want to see it.’What do critics
know, I’ve often said.‘It’s just
personal taste, isn’t it.’

‘Is this yours?’

Ulp.

‘No, Heero, not really.’

Silence again.

Movie update: WG had escaped (probably temporarily,
‘cos there was still 70 minutes to go) and had run from the club out into the
dark, damp night.There appeared to be a
few seedy characters out and about, so obviously she wouldn’t avoid them like
the plague, but would throw herself on to their mercies and probably have to
start panting and wailing again.Oh yes,
there she went, up against a dumpster with some guy – no, round the side of the
dumpster – OK then, she’d abandoned the dumpster and was enjoying the back of
his truck instead.

Like, I’ve seen plenty of movies like this
before.What healthy eighteen year old
hasn’t?

Except for Heero Yuy, I guess.

***

The dimly lit screen just increased the stifling
feeling that was growing in my throat.That, and the moaning from the actors.

Help, I thought, to no-one in particular.It’s dark, the temperature’s still rising,
and his knee’s still pressing.Help!

There was a guy and his girl about four rows in front
of us, and they were snogging for America.If he got any more of her face into his mouth she’d be a circus freak.

Just jealous, hissed
my evil little mind.

Crap, I replied bravely.I said I was coping with that, didn’t I?

But I‘m not, of course.

You might have guessed it - I’ve had a crush on Heero
since before Noah built his ark, and I’ve known it was hopeless since five
minutes after that.

He’s gorgeous (have I already said that?).He’s strong, and wiry, and he moves like a
dream.No wasted movement, all fluid and
efficiency.Deep, angry eyes and soft
hair just made to run a hand through.

And it’s not just physical attraction. He’s singleminded, and loyal to us all, and he
can be relied on totally.He’s the sort
of guy I want for my friend.Forever.He’s a damn fine pilot – probably as good as
me, though I won’t admit it aloud, I have an image to protect.

And that’s all I am – image.Happy-go-lucky, easygoing Duo.The total antithesis of Heero, the Perfect
Soldier.That’s why I know I have zero
chance of him responding.He tolerates
me, he scorns me.Whatever.What he doesn’t do is want me as anything
more.

Hell, I don’t even know what he’d want to date
– he may prefer tall, beautiful, pneumatic blonde girls like WG, rather than
tall, cheeky, annoying brunette guys.Like me.

Whatever, I was in frustrated misery most of the
time.

‘They all seem to be couples, Duo.’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘They also seem to be missing large parts of the
movie.’

Duh!

‘But I suppose that the plot doesn’t need much
concentration, does it?’

Plot?I
thought, amazed.He’s worrying about the
plot?

I looked round, too.The clutches of couples around the movie
house had melded into mere blobs, as silhouettes with two heads – partly
because of the darkness, but mainly because they were snuggling into each other
now.I could see the odd movement of a
head on a shoulder – the occasional hand thrown up to tug at hair and pull a
companion’s face closer.Every time WG
groaned in some guy’s clutches, I could see a ripple in the audience – of
amusement, of lust, of sympathy; whatever.

Oh Heero!

I was in some discomfort now.I could smell Heero’s unique scent next to
me.Soap, engine oil and pure sex.I wished I’d worn looser pants, ‘cos
something was pressing up inside them and we both know it wasn’t my wallet.

I was just so totally humiliated!I’d brought Heero, the man I strove daily to
impress, to a corny porn movie; to a movie house full of horny kids who were
just using it as an excuse to get out of the house and get their hands on their
just as lusty girl/boyfriends.And I –
I, who should have known better - had the most enormous, aching erection I’d
had since puberty!

I was in a horrible mess of misery and fear.And with a healthy dollop of frustration to
make it all ten times worse.

Movie update:WG had been brought back to the club and was befriended by the more
experienced dancer.More experienced in
all sorts of ways, it seemed.Ways that
involved athletic gyrations that I didn’t think were possible outside of a yoga
class.Still, under her tuition, WG had
improved her dance technique considerably, and was starting to lose even more
inhibitions.

I frowned, and tried to look at it all
dispassionately.

***

‘Are you watching it?’

Heero was whispering to me again.He seemed to have forgotten to be angry with
me for a while.I wasn’t sure whether to
be grateful, or to be fearful of the reason why.P’raps he was just biding his time until
things were really dark, and he could throttle me.

‘No, Heero.I’m just – um – just keeping one eye on it, I guess.’

I swallowed, trying to calm my raging libido.

’Why do people come, then?They waste money on a seat, then don’t watch
the movie.And why this movie?It’s obviously of poor technical quality….’

Duh.

‘Ahh, Heero, it probably wouldn’t matter what the
movie was, to be honest.They want to go
out together, that’s why most of ‘em are here.’

‘There are public places to do that, much more
comfortable and well lit – bookshops, internet cafes –‘

I groaned inside.He really did come from another planet, sometimes.

‘Trust you Heero, to miss the point.They’re out on a date, that’s what!They want to be alone together and this is
the nearest they can get.’

‘A date?’He
seemed to be rolling my fierce whisper around in his mouth.I wish he didn’t screw up his face like that,
it made his hair fall forward on his forehead, which made me want to brush it
back.And I wished he’d move his damn
knee, or I’d be tempted to put my hand on it.Again.

‘Why do they want to be alone together, Duo?’

I stared at him in the darkness.

‘Why d’you think?They like each other.Might love
each other.So they wanna be private –
they want to touch.’

‘Touch?’

I lost my temper a little, then.I was under some stress, of course, and WG’s
gymnastic antics round the pole weren’t helping.

‘They’re horny for each other, OK?This movie is – well, it’s stimulating.’Or it is to normal guys and gals, I
thought.Like me.I pressed my thighs together painfully, tried
to shut out the loud panting from the screen.My hands seemed to have an uncontrollable shake.The guys in front of us had locked mouths
together like magnets by now, and all I could do was try and grip on to my
popcorn.

Heero’s questions were relentless.I only bore with it because it kept me safe
from his revenge for a little while longer.He had zero tolerance for clumsy mistakes – and this one of mine was
monumental.And the other benefit was
that worrying about staying alive was real good for restraining the lusty
friend in my pants.

‘I cannot believe these seats are comfortable enough
to allow any touching, as you say.’He sounded genuinely puzzled.‘Are you saying this is a good place to go, to be alone together?The movie house?’

I sighed.‘Not
as good as your own place.But most of
these guys probably don’t have that.And
going to the movies has its own attraction – it is kinda exciting –‘

‘Exciting?’

I deliberately turned my body away from him, and
stared fixedly at the screen.The damn
erection was returning with renewed enthusiasm.

‘It’s exciting in its own way.You’re surrounded by people, but alone
together.The darkness, and the
closeness… the sexy movie… well, use your imagination.’

Heero, I prayed, don’t you dare ask me to
elaborate!

***

‘Duo, have you done this before?Brought a date to the movies?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And it was good?’

‘Yeah…sure.’

‘Did you come with – a girl?’

‘Yes.’

‘And other times?’

God, twenty questions or what?

I turned back to him, determined to put an end to
this.I don’t know what sort of game he
was playing, but by now I think I’d rather have chosen to have my toenails
pulled out than suffer this embarrassing prying.

‘Heero, this is getting on my nerves!I’ve been to the movies plenty of times, with
girls, and – before you ask in your relentless way – with guys too.Is that what you want to know?’

But he didn’t look remotely apologetic.

'Guys and guys?’

Heero appeared to have arrived from Pluto, fully
formed but without any appreciation of modern Earth relationships.I peered at him, suspiciously.Was he kidding me?Or did he genuinely not know what went on?

‘Yes, guys and guys.If you want.’

‘That’s OK, is it?’

‘Well, sure.Look around when the lights go up – there are
plenty here.Some people might not think
it’s right.But you can’t help the way
you feel – you can’t necessarily help the people you fall for.’

There was a blessed silence for a while.

Movie update; WG had met the young,
innocent brother (YIB) of the club owner and they appeared to have fallen for
each other in a big way – that, or someone had smeared vaseline all over the
camera lens by mistake.And the music
was a lot lighter.Ahhh – it was quite
cute.I was genuinely distracted for a
second.

‘Who would you bring to this movie, Duo?’He leaned over this time, and touched my arm.

Ulp.‘No-one
who appreciated movies, that’s for sure.’I was trying to be flippant, to relieve the tension.

‘But someone you wanted to – touch.Using your words.To be close to.In the dark.’

Oh God.Again.

‘Yes, I would.’

‘But you haven’t been out with anyone for months
now.I know, because you’re always under
my feet when I’m trying to work.’

‘Heero!’I was
furious.There were more ‘shh’s’ from round
us.‘My dating performance is none of
your business!’

He looked genuinely puzzled again.

‘Why are you angry?’

Damn you! I thought.I couldn’t believe I was having this
conversation with him.With his hand on
my arm.He hadn’t taken it off, and if I
held my breath and didn’t move, p’raps he wouldn’t notice, and keep it
there.Shameful, eh?I was sickeningly grateful for such a little
gesture.And an unintentional one, at
that!

‘It’s not that I wouldn’t want to, Heero -I just don’t have anyone special at the
moment.’

He snorted.

‘Impossible!’

Huh?

‘You are very attractive.Physically.And lively – fun to be with, the others say.You always have someone in tow.You act the fool for much of the time, but of
course you are not.And people are drawn
to you.’He sighed very quietly.‘I always wondered what you did with them –
this is all very interesting to me.’

I stared back.Was he for real?

‘Heero, that description’s very flattering, but it’s
not been the case for a while.’

‘Why?Have you
somehow become repulsive now?’

‘Hey, no such thing!No, it’s my choice…’

‘What a strange choice for you to make.I don’t understand that.’

Nor do I, I growled to myself.

‘I mean – look, Heero, I really like someone, but
there’s no chance of getting anywhere with hi– with them.So I haven’t felt like being with anyone
else.It’s kinda – spoiled me for a
while.’

Bloody honesty – it’ll be the death of me.

***

Movie update; violins, more vaseline.This must be WG’s first chance of true
love.Or whatever the director thinks
that is.WG and YIB were enjoying the
destruction of his innocence, and rolling around on top of the piano in the
club.The vaseline seemed to have a
cameo part in it all, as well.

I was wincing at the whole thing, now.

I chanced a quick look at Heero.He was watching the screen himself, with a
rather glazed expression, as far as I could see.He looked indescribably gorgeous, with the
moving lights from the screen bathing his profile in a pale, dancing aura.There was a reflected glint in his eyes.His hand was still on my arm, and it was
clenching the cloth of my shirt very slightly.While I was folded all over my seat, he sat upright, in control of his
body – fully self-contained.I hated
being vulnerable like this in front of him.Even if he didn’t fucking notice….

‘How do you know?’I saw his lips move with the whisper.

‘What?’

‘If you have fallen for someone, like you say.If it – spoils you like that, for
anyone else.’

I sighed.Didn’t I know!I was sitting next
to the one who’d done it for me.

‘I guess you want to be with them a lot - even if
they drive you nuts.You just keep
seeking them out.You think they’re the
best looking thing since sliced bread.When they touch you – accidentally or not – you get one hell of an
erection.’

Heero coughed.I musta embarrassed him again.

‘But it’s more than that,’ I went on.‘Yeah…You want to help them.You watch
all the time for them to smile, to be happy.You want to give them things.You
want to protect them from everything cruel in life.You wanna live for them.’I was getting too serious, and my voice was
knotting up.‘Basically, you think the
sun shines out of their ass.I don’t
expect you to understand.’

I slumped down into the seat, thoroughly pissed
off.He didn’t approve of my colourful
language at the best of times. There was a painful ache inside me, and it
wasn’t ‘cos of the damn seats.

Heero’s head turned to me, but snapped quickly back,
so I couldn’t see the expression on his face.He still seemed to be following the movie very closely.His hand slipped away from my arm, and he
clutched his popcorn closely to his lap.

I was suddenly, unfairly angry with him.My whisper came out like a venomous hiss.

‘Haven’t you ever fallen for someone?You can’t be that removed from real life!’

What kind of masochistic bastard am I, eh?What the hell did I expect him to say?To confess?Damn, it’s not as if I even wanted to hear
his answer….

He seemed to sit even more still.He was already like a little Buddha.His knee – damn it – moved away from
mine.And, against all the odds, he
answered me.

Still, no reason not to be generous, I scolded myself.Heero needs some romance in his
life.This guy just better look after
him, that’s all, or I’ll remove each of his limbs individually with a can
opener!

Movie update:The course of true love runs – as always – down a rocky crag and into a
ravine. WG had been blackmailed by the
club owner back into nightly work, and YIB had been led astray by the more
experienced dancer (never caught the character’s name – doesn’t matter, of
course.She’s the one with the bush
shaved into that attractive shape of – well, never mind).Last seen, YIB was following his sister into
the business, and was serving drinks to WG’s clientele dressed in little more
than a loincloth.Nice enough legs, I
guess.

If I weren’t so depressed, I’d have found it all a
laugh.

And, true to form, I couldn’t keep my damn mouth
shut.

‘So if you wanna get physical with him - why don’t
you bring him here?The guy you’re keen
on?’

The answer shocked me.

‘I did.’

‘When?’I knew
I was being nosey, but I had to know!

‘Today.’

‘What?You
already been to see this shit?’

‘Shhh – ‘ from all around.Someone threw popcorn at my head from the
front rows.

‘No,’ Heero replied, quite calmly.‘Just this once.I would never have chosen this movie as my
date.It’s taken your mistake to open my
eyes to this sort of thing.’

My Date – what a phrase to come from his mouth!It sounded odd, and it sounded thrilling, all
at the same time.

‘I don’t understand,’ I bleated.‘You brought the guy you fancy to this movie
–‘

‘Yes.’

‘Although you can’t stand the movie –‘

‘No.’

‘But you fancy the pants off him –‘

‘If that’s how you describe it.Yes.’

‘But you’ve only been to this movie with – me.’

Silence.

Movie update:Who cares?

***

Heero gave a sad little chuckle.The light from the screen caught his profile,
and showed that he’d turned his head away from me again.

‘I’m not joking!’ he hissed back, fiercely.‘Don’t make this any more humiliating than it
already is!’

‘What do you mean?’

‘When I do this –,’ he said, and placed his hand –
firmly – on my thigh, ‘I know I feel good.I know that I want to – do more.Perhaps you’re right, and it’s the effect of the movie house; I suspect
that it is like some strange psychological return to the womb.And I can appreciate a thrill from the
strange anonymity that there is here.But everything else you said – how you feel about someone you’ve fallen
for – I feel that too.

‘About you.’

Oh, God -?

‘I want to be with you, Duo – though you make me
crazy most of the time!I want to follow
you when you go on a mission, to help you – I want to read the orders for you
when you can’t be bothered, share the strategies you keep so inefficiently in
your head alone.I want to dress your
wounds when you come back.When we’re
off duty, I want to watch you cook, watch you play basketball.I want to see what you do when you go to
clubs.I want to fetch you ice cream
whenever you want.

I want to kill anyone who hurts you.

And – I want to hold you.Again and again.And more.

And I’ve wanted this for months.’

Shit!

I was stunned.He looked very awkward now. The movie was forgotten.He sat almost hunched up on his seat.

‘But you desire someone else…,’ he sighed.

‘No I don’t,’ I said quickly.

Now he was puzzled.

God what a mess!

What a happy mess!

‘It’s my turn to confess, Heero.I haven’t told you everything about the one I
really like.The guy I want.I guess I didn’t welcome the humiliation,
either!’

But I didn’t say any more in words.

Instead, I turned to him, took his head in my hands
and I pressed my lips to his.

He tasted of popcorn and soda and Heero.I licked all round those lips to make
sure.And I pressed – very gently –
against the teeth that had clamped together in shock.

‘Let me in, Heero.’

‘I don’t understand,’ he moaned a little.‘Are you mocking me?’

‘Never.Let me
kiss you properly.Let me show you that
this is what I’ve wanted for months as well!’

He made a strange gargled noise in his throat, and
opened his mouth to me.Needing no
second bidding, in went my tongue.

His was frozen – he sat there, and I could feel him
clenching his fists to his sides; I could feel the tension all through his
body.I wanted to relax that tension – I
wanted to relax a whole lot more – but I wanted him to want it too.

I stroked the side of his face very softly,
continuing to probe gently around in his mouth.I couldn’t maintain a one-sided kiss much longer without looking
ridiculous – or predatory.Had I
misjudged things?

‘…’

‘What?’ I whispered, lifting my lips very slightly
from his.‘What did you say?’

‘Guys and guys…’ he mumbled back.And I felt one of his hands touch at my
shoulder.‘I think that’s good, too…’

He pulled me back to him.

Joy!His lips
were softer now, they were warm with response, and his tongue snaked out shyly
to touch the tip of mine.I was
struggling to hold myself back from just ravaging him.He was so hot, he was a dream come to life -
and he was kissing me!I took his hand
from my shoulder and slid it round my neck.He grasped at my braid, using it to tug me even closer, and I bent my
head to nestle in beside his.I plunged
into his mouth, again and again, and who cared about breathing?He tasted as good as chocolate and ice cream
and everything sweet.And something else
– something much more adult.

He broke away from me for a second, leaving me
leaning into him, my lips ghosting at his, begging for more.

‘Uhh .. Heero, sorry, are you -?’

‘No,’ he whispered calmly.‘I’m quite happy.I just thought you might want to see the rest
of the movie.’

Heero tried to give me an update of his own, bless
him – he thought that the private detective might be the one to save WG in the
end, because it seemed he was a long-lost relative who’d come to take her to
her secret inheritance – oh, for God’s sake, I groaned, who gives a fuck?

‘He does,’ whispered Heero, still just as calm,
though he flinched as usual at my swearing.‘Seems he’s not that close a relative, after all, to prevent him
taking her to bed.I thought the movie
was – stimulating you.’

‘Not the movie, you cruel bastard…’ I snapped.

More popcorn was thrown up at me from the front, so I
shut up.

But perhaps to console me, he took hold of my hand
and slid one of my fingers into his mouth.Sucked on it.My lap bounced like
it had springs, and my own popcorn scattered on to the floor.

Who needs popcorn when you can taste Heero Yuy?

***

More kissing, until I had to come up for breath.

‘So – uh – Heero… Does this mean you won’t pulp me
for bringing you to the wrong movie?’

‘For bringing me -?’

‘Uh–huh.’

‘As far as I remember, I brought you.’

‘That’s just a technical detail,
man.I still made a dreadful
cock-up.Made us both suffer an hour of
crap porn –‘

‘Suffer…’

‘Yeah.’

‘I don’t think I’ve suffered enough,’ murmured
Heero.‘Though I think I have found it
rather stimulating, myself.’We both
glanced at his lap.I raised my
eyebrows.Nice bulge!

‘Who did that, then?WG or YIB?’

He looked confused.’What on earth are you talking about?’

‘Who got you so excited?’I whispered into his ear, mischievously.‘Girl or guy -?’

‘It was Duo,’ he said, his naked honesty making him
hoarse.‘Duo did it to me.You did it to me!The thought of you – the feeling of you in
this seat beside me.Your hair, stroking
my shoulder.Your eyes, always challenging
me, demanding truth and argument – even when you keep apologising for this
evening.Your legs, that I’ve been
trying so hard to rub up against without you getting angry.Your mouth…’

‘Got the picture,’ I sighed.‘Hold me.’Make me a blob like the other couples, I thought.

He put his arm round my upper body and he crushed me
to him with that deceptive strength that he has.My chest was pressed against his, my arms
round his neck.His knee forced in
between mine, and we were so twisted on those damn movie house seats that I
reckoned on back problems later in life.

‘Uh..’ he groaned.‘Like I said, the seats are not made for this…’

‘Like I said –‘ I panted back, ‘who gives a
fuck?’It was great to be so close to
him, to feel his heart hammering in his ribs, right next to mine.Even if I did have an armrest pressing into
my internal organs.I’d suffer it all
for Heero!

‘Is this a date, Duo?Are we – on a date?’

I was all ready with the flippant reply.But there was just the tiniest hint of
nervousness in his voice that made me think he wasn’t teasing.Heero was certainly showing the promise of
being putty in my hands, but he wasn’t gonna gain sexual confidence overnight.

‘I think so,’ I smiled into his ear.Nibbled at the lobe.Juicy and sweaty.Yum!‘We’re out together.We’re
watching a movie together, even if it’s crap porn.We want to be together, don’t we?’

He was the one to take a break next.He lifted his head from mine, tousled hair
looking like he’d just woken up, cheeks flushed.I could feel the heat from ‘em, even in the
dark.

‘How far do you – what do you say? – how far do you go
on a first date?’

‘Uhh -?’

‘Can I touch you like those people are doing?’ he
hissed.

I peered down through blurry eyes to see the couple
in front, draped over each other.The
boy had his hand up under his girlfriend’s shirt, and she was occupying herself
rather deliciously down the front of his pants.I don’t think they’d seen a single second of the movie.

Shit.Heero
was catching on fast!

‘Uh-huh – please do…’

I held my breath, and I felt his hand at the base of
my spine, tugging out the bottom of my shirt.Then it slid underneath and touched my skin.Gently.Fiercely.I don’t know how he
managed both at the same time, but that’s how it felt.I sucked in my breath even further.

‘Good, Heero?’

‘Very good…’

He slid the hand round to the front, to my
stomach.I think I groaned aloud, but
no-one threw popcorn.I guess they were
all amusing themselves by this stage.The screen was a blur of bodies and sweat, and I suspect the audience
was in a similar state.

‘Up…’ I moaned, and his fingers began a teasing walk
up my chest, scrunching the fabric as it went.‘Yeah…’

Tentatively, he pushed at the nub of my nipple.Jesus, it felt good!The shiver went all down my spine and right
into my groin.I pushed up against
him.I think I may have been trying to
climb on to his lap.Damn armrest was
really pissing me off by now.

I touched at his mouth and felt a smile there.He started to squeeze the eager little bud,
to run the pad of his finger over the tip.I wriggled, in perfect agony.

‘Let me do it to you, too, Heero – ‘

‘Hush.No.Not now.I want to feel you.‘

He flicked the tip and sucked my moan into his
mouth.I grabbed round his neck, and
pressed my chest hard against his hand.

‘Down,’ I growled.‘Now!’

His hand hesitated – just for a torturous
second.Then it began its way back down
my chest, across my labouring ribs, and down to my stomach again.His fingers were firm and I could feel the
barely suppressed excitement in him – he was trying not to be rough; he didn’t
know how to touch me.

I couldn’t wait to explain to him – he’d have to
trust me.I took his hand and I pressed
it into my lap.At the same time, I
grasped that gorgeous, soft hair and I pulled his head to mine.

‘Duo…’ he panted.‘Is that -?Your -? It feels
bigger than I’ve seen it before –‘

Yo, did I blush!

‘You been lookin’ at me in the shower, Heero Yuy?’ I
panted back.‘That’s what you do to me,
OK?

He was still touching me – pressing gently round it,
as if he couldn’t believe he was doing it.

‘Not the movie?’

‘Not the movie – you!’

He was fumbling at my zip now, trying either to get
his hand in my pants, or to release me out of ‘em.Either would be heaven, of course!It slid down with only the slightest noise,
and I breathed a sigh of relief.

And then his hand was in, and to my shocked delight,
he reached around my cock again and squeezed it.The combination of the warmth of his hand,
and my silky boxers was enough to make me jump.

‘Is that wrong -?’ he hissed at me.

No!No, no, no!

‘S’OK, Heero,’ I moaned.‘Better do it again, though, to make sure.’

He did.And
when I wriggled a bit, he seemed to understand, and started to rub very gently
up and down.

Oh God, I whimpered to myself.I musta been good at some stage of my life,
to deserve this, just once, just for a blessed hour or so….

‘How long to run?’

‘Uhh?’I
didn’t seem able to find anything more articulate in my vocabulary.

‘The movie – how much longer to the end?’

I shrugged and grabbed him back.‘Not long enough!Not long enough to do everything I wanna do
to you –‘

Yeah, I was climbing on to his lap, and my
legs hung over his thighs at the side.I
kissed him – hard – and as my tongue thrust in and out, my hips starting
mimicking the movement.I felt the bulge
in his lap as it grew – felt the delicious friction against my own.

Movie update: there was some kind of shoot-out at the
club, a lot of shouting going on, a lot of girls screaming.YIB was running, so was WG, but not
necessarily in the same direction. I could vaguely see Detective whipping his
gun out of his raincoat, and reloading furiously - (I’d have to discuss with
Heero at a later date the technical improbabilities of carrying that sort of
gun with that kind of ammo) -

‘This is getting way too exciting, Heero,’ I
panted.‘I don’t wanna embarrass myself
all over the seat…’

Too late, really.He clutched me tight around the chest so that I couldn’t pull away, and
he started grinding his hips up against mine.We rubbed together like that for only seconds – though there’s no way I
was counting – and I could feel the explosion on its way.

Where did he get so good at this? was my last,
bleary, semi-coherent thought.

With a groan, I felt the ecstasy flooding up from
every extremity of my body and some places else besides, and it was all rushing
towards my groin.And still Heero
clutched me to him.I could hear him
panting.

As I started to shudder, his left hand clamped over
my mouth to trap the yell that he somehow knew was coming, and his right one
clamped down hard on my waist.He shook
under me; his head fell forward on to my shoulder, and he whimpered into my
ear.No other word for it.

‘Duo….’

Movie update:Did I say shoot-out?

***

A guy came round the seats at half past ten, sweeping
up the devastation of popcorn and wrappers and spilt soda.It was another three minutes before I
registered that he was standing in the row in front of us, watching us.

I was clinging to Heero like a lifeline, arms wrapped
round his neck, legs half on his lap.His lips were clamped to mine, and we were still finding all kinds of
new tastes, new lumps and bumps inside each other.My tongue was numb with it all, and still I
came back for more.His hand was down
the front of my loosened pants, and I peeled it out.Surreptitiously zipped myself up.

I sat up a little.

‘Uh – movie over?’

There was no-one else in the auditorium now.The lights had come up ages ago and we’d not
noticed.I wondered briefly whatever happened
to WG in the end.Very briefly.

‘Yeah,’ the guy sighed.‘You gotta go now.’

‘Go?’ sighed Heero.His hand was crawling back up my thigh, trying to get inside my clothes
again.His tongue flickered out, to
moisten his sore mouth, and it was so erotic that I thought I’d probably just
come again, there and then.‘Can’t we
have another date, Duo?’

The guy with the rubbish bag grinned evilly.‘Late night showing in half an hour, if you
wanna buy another ticket.’I glared at
him until he moved on with a shrug.

‘We need more room,’ I groaned, levering myself
stiffly –and stickily - off Heero.‘Besides, I thought you said this movie had no technical merit?’

‘It’s up to you,’ murmured Heero, fingers trailing
regretfully on my leg.‘You can choose
whatever you like.You’re good at
choosing movies, eh?’

I looked at him in some amazement – and then I saw
the slight smirk at the side of his mouth.The astounding sight of Heero Yuy, cracking a joke!A poor one, but a joke.And at my expense!He lifted himself uncomfortably out of his
seat, reaching for his jacket under the chair.And as he straightened up, those fabulous blue eyes stared straight at
me, so clear now in the full light.Holding my fascinated gaze, he put a hand to his mouth, and slid his
forefinger between the lips.Sucked on
it – once, twice.Drew it out so slowly
that I could see the silver trail of saliva hanging between it and his lips.